..breaking the cold heart..

For how many years that I had met her, very seldom I saw her smile. Whenever I'll start a conversation with her, I had to breath deep as if I'll choke if I won't do such. I don't know if she's a victim of superiority or what in her past life..or even in the present. All I know is that everyone doesn't like her. As with me, I don't care much since we don't belong in the same department. I'm doing my job, she's doing hers. 

I haven't attended the symposium entitled How To Deal with Difficult People (wish I did). But I happened to discover a much subtle way. Whenever I got an encounter with her, I just have to talk. Saying "Hi", asking something about this or that although in some instances she never get an eye contact with me and receiving nothing but silence. I just continue to be like that in a calm voice, trying to be as casual and well, cute=) Sometimes, I am receiving a call from her department and it happened that she was the caller. When she learned that it's me on the other line, she seemed to have a hold back of her another fiery voice. My golden halo would want to transform to a devilish horn but then again, I have to be patient since I don't want to give stress hormones a chance to circulate on my system. So using my being cute, ehem, I would just affirm and do a halfway negotiation to settle the matters.

One day, I went to her place. "Hi Ate, good morning!", my intro while she's scanning some papers. "We have a shopping later, I hope I can get to the bus on time" her shocking reply. I think she had a good night sleep the other night. Or did Coco Martin appeared on her dreams? My mind's wandering with the possibilities. "Oh, they have beautiful comforters on the second floor, you've got to see them. It's very cheap for gifts" my shocking reply also. Did she ever thought that John Lloyd Cruz appeared on my dream last night?LOL That was a start. And as to this writing, I saw her smiling whenever we rub elbows. She had offered me one time to have a cup of soda. I refused. Because I want the whole bottle. Just kidding.

I believe that there are many wounded souls in this world. Sometimes, they are just misunderstood. It's easy to pass judgment, easy to say words we do not mean, easy to react to a gesture we never understood the nature or where it rooted from. On the other hand, it's difficult to listen when you are pushing your own ideas, difficult to understand when it differs from your own beliefs, to accept and love if the person himself is difficult to be loved. But aren't we at one point also a difficult person to be loved? But that One never gave up until He broke His own heart to melt ours? It only takes one to love, and the whole world will soon love!

I learned that a fist-sized heart has a million rooms. God has given you the task to be the Interior Designer of that piece. What would you put in it to reflect the Owner's face? How would you design your heart?

Be a cold-heart breaker!=)